This story is a pure fantasy although the lady involved is real and does in fact, work in the same office as I do. She has no idea that she's inspired so many scenarios...
One thing I like about my job is that I can come in a little later in the morning as long as I compensate at the end of the day. I'm probably the only one in this company of 300 who doesn't mind starting his week-end a little later, because on most Fridays by 5h30 the entire building's empty.
Having to compensate for many late mornings this week, I planned to stay until about 7h30. At 4h I took a break, grabbed some food in a restaurant nearby, and smoked the end of a joint I had started the day before. By the time I got back in, everyone was gone, and I was free to work quietly while listening to music.
Around 6h30 I was on the end of my buzz and took a break for a drink of water and bathroom business. As I exit the stall, this beautiful girl I had seen around the office was standing there.
I don't actually know this girl's name. The guys call her Scarlett because her nose resembles to Scarlett Johanssen's (the actress), but it's not the only feature they have in common. She's a terribly sexy, petite, blond-haired woman with the kinkiest smile and a look that kills.
Taken aback, all I can say is: "Oh, shit. Is this the women's side? My bad."
"No, no, it's me who lost my way." she replies calmly. "Working late?" she continues with a smile and the casual head tilt.
"Uh, yeah. Mornings are not my thing." I am slowly starting to get a hold of my senses. "What's your excuse to be here so late?" I continue.
She reveals the wallet she'd been holding in her back. "I forgot my wallet" she says. "I was surprised to see you here so late." She pauses. "You look so hot when you're focused on your work."
We've never spoken outside of the occasional head nod when we pass each other or the typical acknowledgement when we're be waiting side by side for the elevator or the coffee machine. She's never given me any sign that she feels this way about me, and in fact, I'm aware that she has a boyfriend.
Not that it matters.
"So... you gonna tell me what you're doing in the men's bathroom?" I cockingly ask as I walk closer.
"I told you already, I got lost." she answers promptly. "Think you could help me find me way?" she asks with the flirtiest smile on her face as she takes a step closer and feels my crotch through my pants.
I lean in and stop my lips about an inch from her mouth. "I'll have to see what I can do" I say. "But we might have to take a detour on the way."